'Even father forgets,' she said.
Miss Chris had enormous faith in her father and a great affection for him, and his want of consideration for the boy who she believed had saved him from much suffering, if not a slow and terrible death, was a trait in his character that gave her a good deal of concern.
'Dickie thinks a lot of you, Christina,' said Mrs.Haddon.

'P'r'aps if you went an' spoke a few words with him he might be persuaded to overlook what's past.' 'Yes, yes,' said Chris brightly.
'Tell him how much trouble he is givin' his poor mother, who'd be alone but for him.

You might dwell on that, my dear, will you?
'I will, of course; and it's true, too.' 'It always seems to soften him.

If it doesn't, you can hint I'm not very well to-night.' Miss Chris, who stood head and shoulders above her friend, laid an affectionate hand upon the plump and rosy widow.
'When he's unmanageable other ways I take ill for a little while, you know,' said the widow mournfully.

'Come in,' she cried in answer to a sharp knock at the door.
The caller was Harry Hardy.